🫙 — and if that miracle, from who knows where, is still beating, still faithfully writhing in the veins of the world, without many words, without empty promises, I will just ask: byte, us, and forever.
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           a whisper that I convey to the
ears of the universe, a whisper
  that does not dare to roar, only
  trembles like grains of dew
     falling from tired petals.

結尾: 📖 a house that is so special to many people, not lost just for a moment dimming to rise again in another life. all love, memories, and togetherness are precious things to remain imprinted
                   🔗           ➡️           👤